[ Siiiigh. There's a short flare of annoyance (does he really need to be acting like she can't act on her own?), but she swallows it in the moment it takes for her to glance back. Wordlessly, she just gives his arm a light slap before turning to walk away slowly, hand lifting to comb through her hair.
There's no real guarantee she won't be back fairly soon, though. In her mind there's no way he'll want to be alone for too long. ]
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There's no real guarantee she won't be back fairly soon, though. In her mind there's no way he'll want to be alone for too long. ]